Little Lion [DISCONTINUED]

Flying

Dan doesn't particularly like airplanes. His tall stature makes sitting in a small seat for hours on end a very uncomfortable experience.

But he endures.

A few hours after boarding the plane in London it touched down in New York. Dan stood up and stretched, relieved to finally be able to move his long frame with ease. He, Isabel, and Jack stepped forward to get their overhead luggage and made their way off the plane.

"Dan, honey," Isabel began.

He looked over at her, showing her that he was listening.

"I know you want to stretch your legs, would you like to go get a coffee while Jack and I look for the Lester's?"

Even the name twisted his gut uncomfortably. But he simply nodded, walking away from his family to go find a coffee kiosk. The whole time he was gone he tried to convince himself that Lester was a very common name, and it was near impossible that his son just so happened to date the daughter of a man who was previously his best friend.

Dan soon stumbled upon a coffee kiosk and ordered two drinks for himself and Isabel. He took the cups once they were finished and began sipping on his on the way back. As he walked, he marveled at how different the airport was. He hadn't been to America in nearly a decade, and it was surprising how quickly the airport had changed.

He very specifically did not think about the first time he came to America.

Eventually he was back to where he had left his wife and son, though Jack was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Jack?" he asked, handing Isabel a cup.

"He went with the Lester's to go get our luggage. Phil said he knew the way."

Dan froze. His stomach clenched and his entire body broke out in a cold sweat. "Phil?"

"Eliza's father. He looks very familiar." Isabel scrunched up her nose, trying to remember where she had seen him.

"What does he look like?" Dan asked, but all he could think was please don't be him, please don't be him.

"Well, Eliza has shoulder-length red-blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. It's parted on the side, and she was wearing a very nice yellow sundress, even though its still a bit chilly outside-"

"No, what does Phil look like," Dan reiterated.

"He's right over there, why don't you look?" Isabel pointed forward and Dan turned his head to see. He set his eye level at about six feet, hoping he could rule the Lester out by his height. After all, Phil was a common name too, wasn't it?

"Oh, he's just fallen. Clumsy bloke."

Dan changed gaze so he was looking at the floor. He didn't immediately see anyone on the floor, there were too many legs in the way. But finally he noticed a man on his knees, patting the ground like Velma from Scooby Doo when her glasses came off. Visual impairment is common too, he thought.

But the similarities were mounting. All he could do now was hope and pray that it wasn't Philip Michael Lester from all those years ago.

He closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them, a face he hadn't seen in sixteen years looked back. All the anger and hurt he'd felt back then came rushing back.

"Dan," Phil said. His voice was filled with so many emotions it was hard to tell which ones he was feeling.

Dan's voice, however, only held anger.

"Phil."

A/N:
Yo wassup I'm sick. Chills, stuffed nose, headache, achy bones, all of it. All I'm missing is a fever and blowing chunks. (That means vomiting, for those of you who don't know.)

I also have a 500 word paper due in like 24 hours and I'm sitting here working on this thing.

Anyways, hope you liked the short chapter that sorta shows Dan's take on this day!

(Also this chapter is about 500 words and took me like a half hour to write so why is this English paper taking so long to finish.

@brain wyd.)

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Grace >•<